Is It Ok If You Do One Where Yn /Larissa's S/o / Is Always The Brightest And Happiest Person,they May

Is it ok if you do one where yn /Larissa's s/o / is always the brightest and happiest person,they may seem off sometimes but they shrug it off easily

But when left alone they're really depressed and has been thinking about doing it

So in her separate bedroom she was contemplating whether she should do it whilst on a chair with the gvn in her hand and she's like

Head down,gun in faced down,elbows on thighs sitting situation if yk what I mean

And Larissa walks in on her in that situation and panics and helps her and she says it's fine but doesn't open up at all, I'd like it to be angst with alotta fluff too please,

If you can't,totally understand but pls do tell me so that I could request another person and have a great day ❤️

Bottled up

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 766

Warning: mental health issues, suicide attempt

A/n: hope you like this, I'm so so sorry this took so long!! <3

You had been excellent at hiding emotions and how you really felt all your life. With a little practice, it wasn't that hard. Even though you were a grown up person now, you still did it. Not wanting to talk about, rather pushing it away.

But at some point you just can't push it away anymore. It gets too much, and that point was now. You sat on a chair in the guest room, gun in hand, elbows propped onto your knees.

In all honesty, you didn't want to die, you just wished to be happy. But after having tried to be happy for so long, without result, you were tired. Your life was tiring. The only thing keeping you going was Larissa, but for some time now, you felt as if not even she was enough.

You had been sitting there, in that position for at least half an hour now. Just staring at the gun, overthinking everything. How did they make this look so easy on TV? It certainly wasn't.

Just fucking do it, (Y/n). One pull, and it's over. You're free.

Still contemplating, you heard the wooden floor creak. Looking up, you were shocked to meet Larissa's eyes. Concern and panic was written all over her face. She fell to her knees, slowly crawling closer to you. Right in front of you, she stopped. Hands reaching out for you, but not really touching you. Afraid, of what you'll do. Pulling herself together she reaches forward and takes the gun from you, unloading it and throwing it far away. You don't even protest, mouth shut, staring at her, you were still trying to understand what was happening.

"Love, what's wrong?" Larissa's voice was thin, trembling. She was afraid. You weren't sure, you had ever seen her like this before. Scared.

Finally, having found your voice again, you cleared your throat and sat up straight.

"It's fine, dove. I wasn't going to kill myself." You laughed, wanting you shrug the matter off. But Larissa knew you too well, she saw in your eyes that you were lying. A gasp, nearly sob escaped her.

"You did, you wanted to kill yourself." Her whole being trembled now, shaking her head in disbelief. She reached out, to touch your cheek, but you pulled back.

"That's ridiculous." You stood up, turning your back to Larissa. You knew, you'd cave in if she interrogated you further.

Feeling gentle, soft hands on your shoulder, you take a step closer to her. Your back was still turned towards her, but you easily leaned into her touch. She pulled you into a hug, holding you as a sob escaped you. A gut-wrenching sob. Never had you let this out, pushing it back felt much more convenient.

You grabbed her hands, holding onto them for dear life, as she held you and kissed your hair. Crying your heart out, you felt it was good to do that surely you weren't healed now, but it felt freeing.

For quite some time the two of you stood there, tangled up in one another. As your tears ebbed down, Larissa pulled you over to the bed and sat you down across from her. Looking at her, you saw puffy eyes, her cheeks wet from tears. She had cried as well. Silent though, careful to not upset you more.

"Love, please talk to me. You always seemed so happy?" You chuckled sadly, looking down. You couldn't look at her, it'd break you.

"I- I guess I'm good at hiding emotions." Your voice was hoarse, from all the crying.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you felt like you couldn't talk to me, if any of this is my fault-" her voice broke, a new tear falling down her cheek. Hastily your head shot up, and you brushed her tears away.

"No, stop that. You, Larissa, were the only thing keeping me alive. If it hadn't been for you, I would be long gone." Larissa's breath hitched, slightly smiling at you. She felt extremely guilty, for not having noticed how you felt.

"I'm glad, you're not gone. Talk to me?" You lightly shook your head, Larissa already opened her mouth to convince you otherwise.

"I will talk to you, but not now. Maybe after a cuddle and a nap, I need to swallow all this first." She nodded, pulling you down to lay beside her. Holding you close to her, her scent and the warmth of her body calmed you. Never would you want to lose this, this feeling of being in her arms. This feeling of heaven on earth.

can you do a sub larissa x fem reader where reader fucks rissa from behind.

PLEASE AND THANK YOU IF YOU DO ❤️

Beg

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1511

Warning: NSFW, 18+, strap-on, eating out, nipple play, praise kink, degradation kink, cunnilingus, masturbation, sub!Larissa

A/n: hope you like it!!

It had been a long day, and you just wanted to spend the evening with Larissa. You didn't really care what you did, just spending time with her was enough for you. So after having finished work, you made your way to Larissa's office. You knew she'd still be there, probably working as well.

You knocked but didn't get a response, right before knocking again you heard a noise from the door to your right. Larissa's private rooms. You gently opened the door, and looked through the room. She wasn't there. Stepping in and closing the door behind you, you made your way over to her bedroom door. The noise got louder.

Standing in front of the door, pressing your ear against it, you realised the sounds were moans. Larissa's moans. Careful not to make any noise you opened the door and peeked through the gap. The view was heavenly, Larissa laying on the bed, legs spread open, her fingers touching her centre. Her eyes were shut, pleasure gracing her beautiful face. Light moans escaped her, while she thrust two fingers inside her and kneaded her breast with her other hand.

"Oh- (Y/n), please..." you felt heat rush through you and the forming pool between your legs made it hard to keep observing without interfering. As much as you loved the sight in front of you, she had broken a rule. You waited a few more moments and as you saw her legs twitch, knowing she was close, you opened the door completely and stepped in.

"Enjoying yourself, slut?" Startled she stopped, whining at the loss of touch so close to the orgasm.

Her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes filled with lust and love for you. It was a beautiful sight, and you were easily reminded of how much you loved her. Taking off your shoes, you approached her and crawled onto the bed, between her legs and up to her face. Hungrily you kissed her, leaving her breathless afterwards.

"You're so incredibly beautiful, Larissa." She blushed even more, kissing you again. She enjoyed the moments of intimate, loving peace. She knew you'd punish her, for what she had done. But she didn't complain, she loved you dominating her.

Pulling away, you looked at her. Hunger and lust having overthrown the adoration in your eyes.

"You broke a rule, love. I'll need to show you your place, don't you think so?" Eagerly Larissa nodded, ready for you fucking her senseless. You chuckled at her desperate from underneath you.

Sitting up straight you started unbuttoning your shirt and took it off. Larissa reached towards you, wanting to help, but you shoved her hand away.

"No touching, I don't think you deserve that." Defeated she pulled the hand back, watching you lose clothing after clothing.

"You look amazing." Larissa whispered, in awe of you. You chuckled, offering her a smile.

"Why, thank you. But flattery will get you nowhere." It was very convenient, that Larissa was already naked. It sped up the process immensely.

You leaned down, and started to kiss around her nipple, never really touching it. You saw that Larissa wanted you to suck at them, but you wouldn't grant her that wish. Not yet, at least. You wanted to torture her a bit. You licked over each nipple, just once, eliciting a desperate moan and then a frustrated sigh as you pulled back. Grinning mischievously you winked at her and started attacking her neck, planting kisses all over it. Lightly sucking at her pulse point, earning a groan from the older woman. Your hand roamed all over her body, touching every inch of her. Stroking over her stomach, over her hips, down to her tights. But you never touched, where she needed you most.

"Please, (Y/n)-" you cocked your head, looking at her innocently.

"Please what? I need you to speak with me." She was desperate for her touch, she hated to beg, but she was desperate enough to still do it.

"Touch me, (Y/n). Please, fuck me." Content with that, you smirked at her and moved down a little, placing yourself right between her legs. You licked though her wet folds, tasting her sweet juice. Larissa wouldn't need long, you knew that. She had already been close, when you interrupted. You felt her legs twitch as your mouth made contact with her throbbing clit.

"Oh- (Y/n)" She moaned out, between ragged breaths. You used one of your hands to hold her legs open, and the other one wandered up, to finials touch her nipple. You rolled it with your fingers and pinched it a little, making her scream out at the sensation of pain and pleasure together. You sucked at her clit, while licking frantically over it with the tip of your tongue. The sounds that escaped her nearly made you week as well. You felt yourself moan against her heat. It only took a few more licks and Larissa came, legs twitching and gasping for air, while breathing your name out like a prayer.

You didn't give her much time to come down from her high, as you used your fingers to rub her clit, while moving up and sucking at her nipple. Her breath hitched, and her hand grasped the sheet with so much strength, that her knuckles turned white.

"(Y/n), it's too much. I-" you didn't stop, ignoring her words, and soon you felt her tremble, nearing her second orgasm. Your fingers increased in speed, and you lightly chocked her with the other hand, that threw her over the edge. Her voice deeper than usual, she moaned out your name. You slowly down your movements, and kissed each of her nipples before sitting up.

"I'm not finished with you yet. Turn around, I want you on all fours." You looked down at her, trying to catch a breath. Still, she obeyed and did what you said. You stood up and walk over to the drawer, grabbing your strap-on.

"Such an obedient slut." You fasten the leather around you and make sure the strap sits right. After that you crawled back into the bed, kneeling behind Larissa, you take a moment to trace her spine with your finger, making her shiver under you. You lean forward, mouth next to her ear.

"You're going to be a good little girl for me, and take what I give you. OK?" She nods, and you raised up behind her again. With one hand you squeeze her ass a little and lightly slap it, making her moan out. At that reaction you do it again, again making her moan. You slip a hand on her lower back, as to hold her in place and slap her as again. You do that a few more times, until her ass starts to look slightly red. Looking at her thighs, you see her juice running down her leg. You pick it up and smooth it over the strap between your legs.

"So desperate for me, aren't you. Such a little needy brat." She whines at your words, nearly screaming out as you trust into her without warning. You push the gull length inside her and take it out again, torturously slow, making her whimper. With the tip of the strap you tease her entrance.

"Beg for it." You run the strap through her folds, squeezing her ass.

"Fuck me, (Y/n). Please, I need you, inside of me." With that you thrust into her again, making her yelp. This time you thrust in and out a little faster, but still maddeningly slow. You lean forward, nearly laying on top of her and reach around her body with both hands, grabbing her breasts. You cup them and hold yourself steady while increasing the pace with which you fuck her. She throws her head back, allowing you to see her eyes shut, and her mouth hung open in pleasure.

"Ah- God, please let me cum." She waited for permission, she held her orgasm back, just for you. The thought of that, made your core throb and pleasure roll over you.

"Not yet, ohh, wait for me." You felt yourself fast nearing the edge. You increased the pace even more, making your skin clap against Larissa's. She reached forward, trying to hold herself steady at the headboard of the bed. The view in front of you was unbelievably erotic, better than you could have ever imagined.

"Oh, I'm close. Come with me Larissa." With a last hard thrust you both came, moaning each other's name. Absolutely overwhelmed by your orgasm, you caved in on top of Larissa, trying to catch a breath.

Slowly you pulled the strap out, making Larissa whine under you. She was absolutely overstimulated and sensitive. You unclasped the strap and threw it to the side. Larissa had laid down on her back, breathing heavily. You moved down, to lick her thighs and centre clean, making her twitch under your touch. You kissed her passionately, having her taste herself on your tongue, before you stood up to grab things to clean her up.

I just wanted to say, as I've come to see a few request like that in my box, I will happily write Larissax student!reader if it's platonic, but I'd be uncomfortable to write anything sexual between them. The Professor Weems Story, is different for me as it's not a teacher/student relationship, University just feel different to me! Thanks for respecting that, ly<3

Larissa Weems! WiP based on @chrism02's multi-chapter fic on today's beloved blonde called "family credo"

love ur writing! was wondering if you could do one where brienne gets jealous? idk feel free to do whatever you want with it !

Mine

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 702

Warning: NSFW, 18+, jealousy, eating out, overstimulation

A/n: I made Brienne a little more dominant here, a little different from my usual stories of her. Hope you like it!<3

The evening had been wonderful, you had fun and loved spending time with Brienne. It was hard getting her to open up, but it felt like you were making progress.

It had been warm inside the tavern, so you were desperate for some fresh air and Brienne accompanied you. Together you walked along the river, where it was quiet and no one would interrupt you.

You had your arms intertwined with one another, and you side was pressed to hers. She was unusually quiet, but you ignored that.

"I had such a fun evening!" You beamed at Brienne, but she looked straight ahead.

"I could see that." Her voice was colder, more distant.

"I would have really loved to dance with you, but I respect your wish not to." Brienne shook you off her arm, physically distancing herself from you.

"Well, it seemed the young man you danced with was a perfect fit." Her voice sounded hurt, was she jealous? You stopped walking and looked at her, surprised of her behaviour.

"Brienne, are you jealous?" She stopped and slowly turned to look at you. She opened her mouth, just to close it again.

"It's alright, love. It's cute. But I want you to know that there is no reason to be jealous. The man I danced with was funny, but that's all. It was one dance, I'll probably never think about him again. I don't even know his name. I just have eyes for you." She slightly smiled at that.

"I know, still I don't like people touching what's mine." She got bolder and bolder with every day the two of you were together. At the beginning she was so very shy, always blushing at anything you did or said. With time, she learned to be a little more open, more dominant and sometimes even take the lead. You felt it came with trust, the more she trusted you, the more she opened up.

Playfully anger and lust flickered through her eyes. Roughly she picked you up and carried you back home. Her eyes never leaving your body, wandering over it, to your lips your eyes and back to your breasts. The moment the door of your room closed behind her, she hungrily kissed you dropping you onto the bed.

Her hands, undressed you with ease. She licked her lips, ready to make you moan out her name. Slowly she started kissing down your chest.

"This," she stopped to kiss you left nipple, "and this," she kissed your right nipple, "is all mine. You understand that?" She looked up at you, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Brienne. I'm yours." She grinned at that, moving down to your stomach and then even further down. Spreading your lips a bit she placed herself between them. With her fingers she ran through your folds, collecting all of your juices. Gently she started rubbing your clit making you moan out at first contact. She placed her other hand on top your lower stomach, as to hold you in place. Desperate for release, which you knew would come fast, you started moving your hips against her fingers.

"Brienne, my love. Please, I need more." You panted between strangled breaths. Her fingers started to move faster, circling your throbbing centre, eager to make you scream. You were close, very close. Brienne knew that, she heard it in your moans.

"Please, I'm coming-" screaming her name and holding onto her hand, you stumbled over the edge. Gasping for air, you tried to come down from your high, as you felt Brienne's soft lips touch your clit.

"Brienne, oh- I can't..." she didn't stop, licking over your bundle of nerves.

"Yes, you can." She squeezed your hand, and moved her tongue faster, starting to suck as well. It was getting too much, you felt the next orgasm roll over you. Your legs started to tremble, and your moans came out strangled.

"Ah, Bri- please- ohh." Gently she licked you clean and crawled up to you. Giving you a light kiss on the forehead, she smirked at you.

"Learned your lesson?" You couldn't say anything, so you just nodded at her. Pulling her closer, you nuzzled into her side, calming down.

my personality is lesbian, my existence is extremely lesbian, my lesbianism is as a fluid as a brick, a brick I can hit you with.